We Major

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] It's clear to see that this is fucking manslaughter, bodies in the water Beats in the casket, and preachers at your altar Tweetin' from the sky like I'm finna land on ya And bitches get pumped like Fishburne's daughter 16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss(ta?) You just in the closet, nigga I'm a monsta Full blown sick, you niggas a little nausea Snappin' on shit, like what's served at Red Lobster Rasta; but no dread-head, I'm too proper I'm breaking down the game for you niggas like Bob Costas Impostors; mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us And I'm getting neck from your bitch, like dog collars Ya'll be bullshittin' but I dodge it like a boxer Weavin' like a ghetto black bitch gettin' primed up Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up I ain't seen you niggas in a minute like Von Dutch It kinda feels like I'm living with my eyes shut Walking on a dream, all the real niggas gon' rise up Punks stay away my dro heads are like nine sluts My old heads tell me go ahead, you doing fine son I know that you faggots don't like us But you'd be winnin' if you did it just like us It's a celebration, so I might just- Fly to New York, sour diesel light the night up